Why, when we least expect it, must the forgotten ghosts of our pasts ALWAYS return to offer nothing more than the most painful and final slap to the face? Life is hard enough as it is...

Maybe it's simply a mockery of our own, blinding amounts of stupidity. One is often taught in childhood, that what ever actions they choose to take will eventually come back to them at least three times harder... later in life. They never learn the darker half of that cliche....

*******It matters not, the intention behind any action we take... for the outcome will only dissappoint us...********

And the most crucial piece.... In the end, they will suffer for it all.

For those of you who differ in opposition... You've obviously had your lives already planned and lived out for you... from the day of your birth....

I however, have never been lucky enough to know the great luxery that money seems to bestow...

Not to say that i'm unhappy... I'll let you be the judge of that comment... (*Sarcasm people... try it sometime...*)

*Anyhow, back to my multi-topic ramblings*

Even though most all of my laife has been sufferage and hardships, my parents have provided shelter for me. I admit, they haven't exactly been around much to show me any attention or praise... But when "punishment time" came around, I couldn't seem to get rid of them.... (*Sighs deeply...*)

If they HAD offered any type of acknowledgement of my existance... I didn't know it... Further more... I wouldn't have turned into the "substance-abuser", that I have become. You may begin your disection of my mind there if you'd like... But know this, I've dealt with far worse things in this shithole world, therefore opinions of others are of little or no concern to me, what-so-ever. So, feel free to call me a bad person because I use drugs. Go ahead and be the hypocrits that I am sure you can be... To let you in on a little secret though, if using certain *substances* is the only way to repress the most part of my petty life, BRING ON THE GOOD STUFF!....

(**I don't use heroine, crack, LSD, or anything hard... Acid, Meth, and things of that sort are all to much for me... So to conclude this statement... I would have to say that I am your average pot-head.... who sometimes drinks alcohol.**)

Well, I'm afraid that since I've got to drag my overweight ass to my minimum-wage-paying job tomorrow, that I should retire from this conversation with myself... ~which only makes me more of a lunatic that I thought~ .... and get some sleep...
Pending, the hideous creatures I see each time I close my eyes, are on vacation tonight.

Have fun forming a first impression of this deranged shell of a human being...

Until next time,

~*(CrimsonPrincess)*~